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Poems for my children

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Singing

Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
	And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
	In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan,
	The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
	Is singing in the rain.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

The Brook

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
	I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern
	To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
	Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
	And half a hundred bridges.

I chatter over stony ways
	In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
	I babble on the pebbles.

I wind about, and in and out
	With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
	And here and there a grayling.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
	I slide by hazel covers,
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
	That grow for happy lovers.

I murmur under moon and stars
	In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars,
	I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
	To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
	But I go on forever.

Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Poems my children love best of all
Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, 
ed; Bassett, Mary R; Hammell, Will
(1917)

A child's garden of verses
Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894
(1909)

Image attribution
Jessie Willcox Smith  (1863 - 1935)

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